"Thomas? Thoooomaaaasss….."

I yelled as my three-year-old brother peered into the cupboard. "Hey, no fair!"

"Is so!"

"Is not! I heard you ask Mom where I was!"

"She din't tell me!"

"Did! I heard!"

He stopped at this, little face scrunching up as if thinking how to deny it.

"No!" he said at last, looking pleased.

"Yeah, she did," I said, "Now you have to hide."

"Thomas."

I snorted and woke up. Harry peered down at me, a little smile on his face. "I'm going out. Want anything?"

I stared for a moment.

"Nah," I muttered finally. "It's already gone."